Friday turned into Saturday and family turned into friends. Then other friends bearing Gibson Les Pauls and Fender amps (twinsies!). And drums. And a ukulele. And some kind of weird cigar box slide guitar thing. We found Tom a microphone and. Band Night.
Darcey with the recap:
"I don't mind talking into a microphone. But singing...."
"I can play Gs and As all day."
"We should be called The Soft Pants."
Now it's 1:30AM and we're watching old music videos. Everlong. Closer. Karma Police. Toxic.